It all started just a few months ago. I was just reading some pastas and I came across a few about the Slenderman. It interested me so i began to look up some old stories and legends about him. I was fascinated about what I found.

In the weeks that followed I started to draw doodles of the Slenderman. Just rough sketches drawn in math class when in reality I should have been studying, but screw that. I would do a new drawing every few days or so and each one got even more detailed and elaborate. People around me were wondering what the hell I was doing and I don't blame them, I was acting kind of obsessed with the Slenderman .

But over a few weeks I started noticing something strange. These pictures that I drew were being added to. No one else had been near these drawings so I had no idea of who was doing this. Most of the "additions" to these pictures were pictures of people, people I knew. All were close friends and family. Only in the pictures they appeared to be dead, with one of the Slenderman's hands on their shoulder.

Then I started seeing him. In my everyday life I would see him. It scared the shit out of me, I had never thought that this thing could possibly be real, but it seemed to be confirmed. I eventually got used to catching him out of the corner of my eye or in some reflection in a window. I didn't worry too much because he didn't seem to be harming anybody, yet.... But I was still pretty freaked .

One by one those pictures I drew started to disappear. And when they disappeared, within days the person that had appeared in the picture, would die some bloody and/or unexpected death. One by one my friends and family died, and there was nothing I could do about it. They have all been dead for some time now, and I have been very secluded. And then the other day, I found a picture of Slenderman that I didn't draw. He had his hand on a persons shoulder just like the rest.

Only this person was me....